The melody of the flute fills the silence

Our past, a vivid memory

Evidence of our time of love

Our promises to remain true

To face the storm without fear

Your hand in  mine through it all

Sorrowful and long is the night

Even with the morning light

I won't pretend it was all a dream

But how dare we predict fate?

The scent of wet grass faint

My warmth fades into

The coldness of the blade in my grasp

One last look at the fading moon

As the flute slowly bids me goodbye

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Is love worth dying for?